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"To shut up!"

After the earth-shattering roar broke out, the entire office fell into silence, and even Fan was frightened. Such Paul is really too unfamiliar.

Paul's chest heaved up and down rapidly, but his emotions gradually settled down with this explosion, and his voice gradually returned to calm, revealing a lingering tiredness, "Let me tell you! Those things you cherish so much. Things are worthless in the eyes of some people! Some people just want to take a movie seriously, but you are calculating conspiracies here, using your vicious thoughts to speculate on other people's thoughts! Dirty! Shameless! Despicable !"

The anger followed the guidance of the words and burned again, but this time it did not get out of control, and then calmed down again.

"You know what? I don't care, and Renly never cares. Nobody cares. Except you!" Paul shook his head, then again, helpless, in disbelief, "They told me before that you were trying to cut My part, then adding your weight, trying to turn the series into a 'Vin Diesel series', I don't believe it. Now, I'm slapped in the face. Looks like you're right, I did Innocent."

Those rumors are true.

Fan opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but looking at Paul's bright and clear eyes, all the words were spinning on the tip of his tongue, but he couldn't say it. Lies have nothing to hide in the face of sincerity.

Even though he had given up hope, Paul was still slightly stunned. Perhaps, deepest in his heart, he still hoped that Fan could refute him. However, he was disappointed again.

"So, in order to avoid me being kicked out of the set, should I fight for myself?" Paul said cheerfully, looking back at Neil and Michael, "Should I also say, if Renly is fired? , so I quit too? So Fast and Furious really becomes your series?"

Neil tried to say something, but Paul had no intention of listening. He turned his head and looked at Fan who was avoiding his eyes. He just tilted his head and stared blankly at the sunlight outside the window, making it impossible to tell his emotions. Paul tried to do a little more, but found that whatever he said was in vain, so his tensed shoulders dropped slightly, looking at Fan with disappointment, "I thought we were friends."

After speaking, without any pause, Paul turned and left.

"Paul, we are friends." Fan finally came back to his senses. He still hoped to convince Paul that he had no intention of targeting him. The two of them could still join hands to star in the sequel, and they could still raise their salaries together. However, he didn't have time, because Paul didn't look back and strode away, leaving only the simplest words.

"No, we are not." Like a wisp of smoke, it disappeared without a trace before the light wind blew, but the residual breath melted into the air and spread quietly.

Leaving the office in big strides, Paul didn't know what to do now. I came to the underground parking lot, got into my car, and looked at the familiar steering wheel. I couldn't help but recall the bits and pieces during the filming of "Speed ​​and Passion". No one expected this work to go away. To this day, just, did anyone expect that they would end up where they are today?

Pulling out his phone and making a call, Paul told his agent Lucas Hunter (lkter) of his decision.

"No, there's no room for negotiation! Lucas! I'm not asking for your opinion, I'm informing my decision! Renly quit, I quit, it's that simple! I know what I'm doing! No more Argued, this is the final decision! You tell Neil and Michael immediately, I don't care about other things, it's that simple!"

Paul vented his thoughts all at once, and hung up the phone after he finished speaking. He knew it was rude, and he was hesitant to send a text message to say "sorry", but now the whole person was so upset that he couldn't calm down at all. To the gurgling sound, rampage.

The phone rang again, Paul picked it up directly, and Lucas' voice came from the other end of the phone, "Paul, what happened? You have to tell me so I know what to do. You can't be casual. Just tell me one thing and I'll mess around. Paul..."

Lucas's anxious voice revealed fright. He was obviously frightened by Paul who ran wild like this. He tried to comfort him, but he didn't know where to start.

"Nothing, it's just that I'm too naive and too stupid." Paul's mouth was full of bitterness, and he wasn't even angry for Fan, but because of himself.

But why exactly? Because of unknown people? Betrayed because of friendship? Because of feeling good about yourself? Because of intrigue? Or is it because deep down, he also clearly knows that this is Vanity Fair, and this is reality?

So, whose fault is this, Renly? Fan? Or himself? When did things start to go wrong? The fifth? Part four? Or in the more distant second part, the two chose to part ways at the beginning?

Maybe, they are not friends, not from start to finish.

"Fan wants to make a 'Fast & Furious' film that is exclusively Dominic, so he can't tolerate Renly's presence, and the next one is to further cut the role of others, including me. You warned me, I don't believe it , Now, I have no way to refute." Paul said casually like venting, the words were endless, just thrown out the words in fragments, hung up the phone again, and then

He threw the phone into the passenger seat, leaned heavily against the back of the seat, and let out a long breath. The dull feeling made him almost out of breath.

After I calmed down, my thoughts began to churn, related, unrelated, first thinking about what happened in the office just now, then thinking about my acting career after leaving the "Fast and Furious" series, and then thinking about the next week. The daughter who is about to come to Los Angeles can't help but think of the last time he had a conversation with Renly in New York's "Transcendence" crew, and then think of the disagreement between him and Fan before the preparation of "Fast and Furious 2"...

The cluttered thoughts are just wisps of thoughts. It is impossible to think down a single thought at all. When I think about it, the thoughts just keep getting bigger and bigger. He rubbed his temples, trying to relieve the faint pain, but the phone that rang again didn't help.

Paul didn't want to answer the phone, but the phone was ringing tirelessly, which was really annoying. In the end, Paul grabbed the phone and said gloomily, "Lucas! I don't want to discuss it! Not today, not today! Can't you just let me be quiet for a while? I need some space!"

"Sorry. You mean you're not interested in parties?" It wasn't Lucas' voice on the other end of the phone, but Renly.

Paul was stunned for a while, took the phone from his ear, glanced at it, and then noticed that the caller ID was written, Renly Hall, he didn't notice it at all, and his irritability couldn't help but choke, Then it turned into a helpless smile, "Sorry, I thought it was Lucas."

"Yes, I heard it just now." Renly chuckled, "Are you busy right now? I'm going to a party in Beverly Hills, I've never received such an invitation before, and I'm not sure. Originally wanted to come with you, but if you're not free, I can call Ryan."

Of course this is a lie.

Just now, Lucas called Andy, explained the ins and outs of the matter, and then asked Renly for help. Paul, who was in such a chaotic state, was not only unfamiliar, but also at a loss. Lucas had never encountered such a situation before. He really didn't know what to do. He just thought that maybe Renly could help.

So, Renly made the call. In just two or three minutes, Renly had to come up with an excuse. Not only was Renly not flustered, but he was calm, as if he had never answered Lucas's call, and was really just inviting Paul to the party.

However, if Matthew was here, he would have rolled his eyes. In London, they had attended all kinds of parties. Arthur was the king of the party. Renly could handle any occasion with ease and ease. How could he possibly need help. This is absolutely bullshit!

The problem is that, even if it's nonsense, Renly's poise is still powerfully persuasive. Roy and Nathan, who were standing next to them, were stunned. If Andy hadn't continued to talk with Lucas at this time, they would have almost thought that Lucas' call just now had never happened.

"Yes... no... I mean, I'm fine." Paul rubbed his temples, incoherently, and let out a long breath, "Party? Afternoon party?" It was two o'clock in the afternoon, and the sun was shining brightly.

"Yes, the pool party in the afternoon." Renly nodded and confirmed, "I heard before that only the real big names can receive invitations to such a pool party. So, does this mean that I am also a character now already?"

Paul chuckled, "Are you sure you care about this?"

"I'm not sure, can I wait until I get back from the party? I'll judge by how good the party was." Renly's words made Paul laugh again, "I'm in Santa Monica now. , can you come pick me up? I'm not going to drive." He needed Paul to leave the Universal Studios office building.

"...Renly." Paul's heart was still a little heavy. He needed to tell Renly what happened just now, but he didn't know where to start or how to speak. "Not long ago, something happened..."

"Can't you come over?"

"No, it's not."

"Then it couldn't be better. Come over here, we'll talk about it when we meet, okay?"

"……it is good."

"See you soon."

The phone hung up, Paul was a little dull, but he didn't have time to think. He just put the phone aside, turned the key, started the engine, and left the underground parking lot.

Looking at Renly who hung up the phone, Roy's expression was a little uncertain, "Renly, is it really okay? This is not an ordinary party, this is your audition."

"I know." Renly nodded with a smile, lightly. 8)

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